Jasmine eyes,
Hide behind petals
their tears will not shine.
The poor hurt girl,
Hides in laughter.
so she will not unwind.
There a tint of tired,
And a shade of purple,
I’m a result of a photo shop operation.
In the theatre,
They didn’t understand the comedy,
Of the cynical society.
I love the contrast with assasination,
Maybe this amethyst will lift me with dignity-
Or perhaps it’ll taint me with hypocrisy-
But they'll color me in a shade of pretty.
Strangers say You can never confine her,
Shes a floral imprint-
with eyeliner.
Jasmine eyes,
Form scented cries,
-the tears plant their seeds-
In memory,
And her memory is the enemy.
Painted black and purple,
shes a bruise.
Shes a bruise.
She’s got nothing left to lose,
Every single word is overused.
And the flower may hide you,
But whats inside you?
Purple and dark-
Are your years of abuse.
And these Jasmine eyes,
Are flower beds.
But the image is torn,
torn to shreds.
This lavender heart,
is long since dead.
This purple flower,
a weak disguise.
But it hides the girl,
With the jasmine eyes.
Author notes
Picture number 12, thank you very much for the contest,
hope this is okay.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired by countrybabe.
525 points, ended February 4, 2007, 26 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - *xXDarkXx*xXEyesXx* by dying-gothic-roses.
350 points, ended February 5, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i love this poem...such power...im left speachless...
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Great write
This is really a great write. I love how you looked deep into the picture and came up with this. Well done on writing such a fitting poem for the picture. Thank you for your entry and good luck.
Keep writing
Countrybabe
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Coolybaby
Nice to see you're still at it, haven't been on for ages, like the bit about hiding behind laughter, know the feeling.
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